A= Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)
❤️ He is so loving and showers you in affection constantly
❤️ You love the pet names he constantly calls you - love, babe, honey, darlin'
❤️ Cuddles all the time, even when you're trying to do things he'll distract you. When you're washing up in the kitchen you'll feel his hands curl around your hips and he'll nuzzle into your neck, scattering kisses all over
❤️ He compliments you a lot, so much so that you worried it was insincere at first as it seemed excessive, but you've learned that's just his way and now you love it. You also think he secretly loves to make you blush
❤️ His love language is physical touch... holding hands, sitting close together with his hand on your thigh, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and tucking you into his side when you're walking along
❤️ He leaves you little notes around the house to discover, usually snippets of song lyrics that mean something to the two of you
❤️ He tells you he loves you all the time
❤️ You love taking baths together, you'll sit facing away from him, leaning back against his chest whilst you talk about your day
❤️ He's an absolute sweetheart when you're feeling crampy and hormonal, running you a relaxing warm bath and making sure you're comfortable. "I love taking care of you babe"
❤️ When he's away on tour he'll always text you little messages saying he's thinking about you and missing you with an accompanying silly selfie
❤️ Larry constantly teases him and tells him he's going soft
❤️ He's got a whole notebook of songs written about you, the scrawled lyrics interspersed with little love-heart doodles💗💗💗💗💗
AN: Van looking after you when you're crampy and hormonal... sorry if it's shit, I'm stuck on all my stories atm so thought I'd just write a little bit of nonsense fluff!
As soon as you wake up you know. In fact that was likely the reason you'd woken up so early. You suck in a sharp inhale through gritted teeth as you turn over in bed, simultaneously pulling your knees up bent into your body until you're curled up into a foetal position. Still the pain wracks you. Sharp, visceral stabbing pains in your lower abdomen that make you groan out loud.
"Babe? You awake? I was gonna leave you to have a lie-in this morning."
You feel the bed dip down as your boyfriend shifts beside you, his body pushed right up against yours, an arm snaking around your waist. Usually you'd welcome an early morning cuddle, stretching out your limbs and snuggling into his comforting warmth, but this isn't one of those times. You bat his hand away, replacing it with your own which instinctively rubs circles on your belly. It doesn't ease the pain but you carry on regardless, pressing your fingers into your skin like you can somehow dig out the discomfort.
"What's up love? You alright? You're not sick are ya?"
"No," you grumble out, smushing your face into your pillow, wincing as another pain shoots through you. "Got my bloody period haven't I? I must've got my dates mixed up. Thought I was due on next week."
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Catfish and the Bottlemen Imagines
FanfictionJust some imagines of the guys, some are requests taken from my Tumblr account: @catb-fics (link in my bio) These stories will mainly be fluff but there's sexual content in some stories (I know not everyone likes the smutty stuff I write so I'll put...